The bug started gnawing in my head since my childhood – courtesy : my father’s activities as a film scriptwriter and the subsequent warm get -togethers he had with his friends.

Drawing frame by frame movements of funny ducks and blooming flowers on long strips of white film leaders and seeing them jerkily move like an animation on the small screen of a Moviola was a thrill.

The bug kept coming and going frequently… until, much later, I got a ruthless friend who just wanted me to give it a go and fished out money for my first film :PAINTING IN TIME